inspirational

Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.

I Need a Rainbow
I Need a Rainbow by Cleve Red bespeaks of anger Green of jealousy Black of melancholy The dark of despondency Blue reeks of nights alone
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Poets
The one freckle
I used to stare out the one stained glass window in our house and imagine what it would be like to have eyes glittered with blue, red, and pink.
By Dany 5 years ago in Poets
All Colors Possible
There is a path of many colors leading; I am led daily to a choice, a blank canvas Where the choosing carves out the steps
By John Lavitt5 years ago in Poets
The Color Wheel
First I was yellow, fluffy, and shy Recently hatched, preparing to fly Then I was green, just barely a twig, Yet quickly shot up, began to grow big.
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
Shine like the Sun
This power of affection and love is blinding. Blue, Green and Hazel, it is the color of your eyes, like a motivational speech, that makes me feel my pride. Yellow is my color, and it's just my soul shining bright like the sun, no hate in my heart and love for everyone. I spent half my life hiding but now I feel free, It doesn't matter anymore what my family will think of me. My spirit is happy and shines like the sun, and just like Ra I will love everyone.
By arron taylor5 years ago in Poets
I am...
In this poem, I try to convey the colours I am 'made of'. Life has battered me a bit, it's true, but I am made unique by the people around me, who love me, by the things I care about, and by my perceptions. We are all wonderfully different. This poem uses colour to tell you about who I am.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
the colors of a song
listen close and you will hear you won't know until it's near the beauty and pain the sun and rain the colors of a song flow on the air
By Mikayla Nightshade5 years ago in Poets
She Speaks Like Fall
Mother. Your gold words fall around me. Sometimes violently they blow by. Sometimes softer, more yellow and quiet. Brightly they move, blowing off each branch. They scatter, some in patterns that fit. Some in piles of thoughts that crave sorting. Moving only in the chaos of what comes naturally. Here in nature. I walk amongst them, hear each one crunch underfoot. I see some, as they fall from your mouth to where the wind then rests. Where ever. I shuffle through, understanding only parts from time to time as much as my mind wanders with my feet through the golden hues. That orange one is a memory. The red one is this moment. The shades of yellow are all of love's hues. The warmth of each one, where they lay, where they fall, where the breeze blows them. Scattering again. It's hard for me too, I try to say with each step. I'm focused on my path through this green forest where I keep walking, even if they keep falling around me. Even if they keep lining my way. Confounding in my face sometimes, but constant from full, white branches that stretch out across a periwinkle sky. This forest is ours and it is beautiful and it glows in yellows and golds.
By Mary Jackson5 years ago in Poets
A New Beginning
She took a deep breath and stared out her window Feeling the rhythmic vibrations of the air Listening to the sounds of cars and people
By Ali SP5 years ago in Poets
A riddle of a hidden source.
Listen close to what I say, where the heart must surely stay, Despite the darkened skies of night, nor the churning waves that stir such fright,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Life’s a gift
I often wonder, if my life was planned, Guided by, some hidden hand, There are key moments, that do stand out, So vivid and stark, they scream and shout,
By Alan Firmin5 years ago in Poets
The path your on
If the path your on, is of concern, It’s time to think, and to discern, Are you going, in the right direction? Is your plan, the right selection?
By Alan Firmin5 years ago in Poets